LIZ: Write it down, Cerie. February 17th, just like every other day.
TRACY: Wait, what’s the date?
CERIE: February 17th.
TRACY: 2007?
CERIE: Yeah.
TRACY: Oh, no, dammit! I knew this was gonna happen. Toofer, get me some paper.
FRANK: What’s wrong?
TRACY: My autobiography is due tomorrow!

JACK: Morning, boss. Chick peas and spinach for breakfast?
KENNETH: No, sir. This is my lunch. I’ve been here since 4 am.
JACK: Your day starts at four?
KENNETH: I set up the barricades outside the “Today Show". Then, I take coffee orders for the camera crew. Then, I squeegee the big window. Then, it’s over to the NBC store to empty the rat traps...
JACK: I didn’t know that. I’m sorry I’m late.
KENNETH: Well, don’t let it happen again! Are you ready for an exciting and challenging day?
JACK: You bet!

KENNETH: Do you know why I put up with this pitiful job, Mr. Donaghy? Why I fetch these folks’ lunches, and clean up their barfs? Because they make television. And more than jazz or musical theater or morbid obesity, television is the true American art form. Think of all the shared experiences television has provided us. From the moon landing to the “Golden Girls” finale. From Walter Cronkite denouncing Vietnam to Oprah pulling that trash bag of fat out in a wagon. From the glory and pageantry of the Summer Olympics, to the less fun Winter Olympics! Television has shaped who we are, and who we are are big old Americans. So please don’t tell me I don’t have a dream, sir. I am living my dream!